Looking back at what I've written,
It sounds to me like I was smitten.
With self denial and total disgust,
It seems it's only myself I distrust.
Most of these rhymes just sound like excuses,
To justify my continued abuses.
There! I've just done it, once again,
Repeating a boring and trite refrain.
But heck, it's fun to beat myself up,
Then coming on cute and asking what 'sup.
At least by getting the kicks in first,
I leave no space for other's to curse.
Put yourself down I always say,
Far better the insults come this way.
Much harder to face them when from other folk,
Tougher to treat them like a joke.
Blaming myself and sounding pathetic,
Has to be my founding aesthetic.
Pour it on more I gleefully shout,
Tempting fate with a insouciant pout.
It sounds to me like I was smitten.
With self denial and total disgust,
It seems it's only myself I distrust.
Most of these rhymes just sound like excuses,
To justify my continued abuses.
There! I've just done it, once again,
Repeating a boring and trite refrain.
But heck, it's fun to beat myself up,
Then coming on cute and asking what 'sup.
At least by getting the kicks in first,
I leave no space for other's to curse.
Put yourself down I always say,
Far better the insults come this way.
Much harder to face them when from other folk,
Tougher to treat them like a joke.
Blaming myself and sounding pathetic,
Has to be my founding aesthetic.
Pour it on more I gleefully shout,
Tempting fate with a insouciant pout.